Poems
For
The
Batman
8
Cookies for the asylum
The city a baking sheet
My armor the rolling pin
Slowly I flatten and shape the dough
Turning beige
Into Greens and yellows
Blacks and whites
Purple and reds
Tossed into the oven
They bake
Rising to perfection
Until they are ready
Cooled and wrapped for delivery
These are my donation
These are my gifts
These are my
Cookies for the asylum